Sunday, October 27, 2013

Ten Things of Thankful: Week 21 Frazier Museum Version

OK, since it's been oh...24 hours since I teased you with the promise of telling about our field trip on Thursday, I shall not keep in you in suspense any longer (I'm certain you couldn't sleep last night and I would hate for you to miss another night's worth of sleep.

We went to the Frazier Museum in Louisville, KY. It was a wonderful little discovery and was so glad that our co-op suggested it.

4. I am thankful that it did not spit snow and sleet on us ALL
the way home...only about half of the drive home (which totals about 1 hour 45 minutes).

5. I am thankful that the pile-up on the south-bound lane was not in the north-bound lane...not even with rubber-neckers. This doesn’t mean that I was GLAD for the
south-ward traveling people…I was simply thankful that we were not the ones in
the pile-up.

6. I am thankful for a new friend I made by saying I wanted to
carpool and was assigned to ride with a woman I had never met (to be clear...I had seen her but had never met her). The co-op isn’t
HUGE but it’s big enough that I don’t know most of the people…I am in a
classroom with one woman and only know a handful of others. All this
superfluous info to say: it was no surprise that I didn’t know her because I
don’t know most of the moms (or kids) in the group. However I will say that through our discussion of when we'd lived and where we grew up, we discovered that we'd lived a few doors down from one another and that both she and her sister had been my babysitters when I was little (I actually didn't tell her that SHE was because I didn't want her to think I was calling her old...but I know that she was.) Small world, right?

7. I am thankful that this lovely little history museum had a great tie-in to our co-op studies. They had some A-MAZING suits of armor and other medieval
“stuff” (I’m quite the word-smith, aren’t I? Don’t judge...I worked all day today, or yesterday as it will be when you are reading this, doing wedding flowers...again, I'm trying to get out in front of this blogging business.)

8. And I'm thankful that during our visit, when we went to see the historical interpreter who was speaking about (and as) Josephine (you know…of Napoleon fame) and she began by talking about the steamy
(my words not her) Napoleon had written to her when he was “courting” her…I
thought we’d made a mistake by deciding to watch the production. But all that
to say, it appeared that Josephine noticed her young visitors and (possibly)
changed her soliloquy to fit her audience….that being said, it turned out ok
and I was THANKFUL…I wasn’t in the mood to answer two hours worth of questions
about it on the way home.

9. I am thankful that the place where I met my new friend
Jennifer and dropped off my car for the day…was just steps away from a Papa
Murphy’s Pizza. I took that as a divine sign that I should get pizza for dinner…and
who am I to argue with God?

10. So that meant that after a long, arduous day of
field-tripping, I didn’t have to cook dinner. And, as you can probably guess, I
was thankful for that too.

How do I have that many relatives living in Louisville, yet have never heard of this place??? You must tell me more the next time we see each other. Carpooled with your babysitter?? Ha! That's pretty funny. How old were you when she watched you? She might not be that much older. I frequently babysat kids just a few years younger than me.

I will gladly tell you more...it was a lovely discovery on the part of our co-op.

I was probably about 6 or 7...I graduated in 92 and she was in 87 so she's 5 years older. And her sister is two years older than her so that seems like about the right age distance to babysitter/babysittee. I just know I don't like to be reminded of my age by kids I babysat having their own kids and stuff...somehow it makes me feel older than just having my own children.

What a small world! I imagine your new-found friend/past babysitter would not think you were calling her old if you admitted that she babysat you. She probably remembers, and like Christine said, she's probably not that much older than you are anyway.

Yeah she didn't seem to have any memory of me at all. Which is fine...I have a tendancy to remember people from my past who do not remember me. I have learned to not let it bother me. Well...not bother me much. :) It's difficult to accept that you're not memorable.

Random Stuff About Me

I will be fostering (hence the blog name…see what I did there? No, not just a clever name b/c I am a foster care advocate; this technique is called a double-entendre…look at me teaching so much already. Perhaps I under-estimated myself and my educational abilities...) the woman I feel God has meant me to be: a writer, a sharer, a story-teller, a friend, a listener, a prayer-warrior and lots of other hopefully-funny, silly, and crazy things.